Retreating To The Coolness Of Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

the sea is calm this morning
and you try a little casual walk
along the shore
you stare at the horizon
you wish a cyclone
a tsunami
a whirlwind
a whirpool

you wish the eye of the storm
you wish for the
hole of the earth to open up
and swallow you
whole

no one of this nature
does it for you, however

the sea is still calm and the sands so soft and fine
the breeze touches your face
the sun ascends and finally on this sunny day

you go back to retrace your steps
find the shade of the tree
retreating to its coolness
now you still hope to find a dream
a body

life is patient and still wanting
you